First there was the pomerian that showed up in our house a couple weeks ago.
Then it left…. it was meant to be. Long story…. ( I have copied and pasted this part of the story from my preschool blog )
My dad passed away Friday the 18th. The funeral was Monday the 21st.
An elderly couple gave us Fred….
I had not been by to thank the elderly couple that gave the dog to us ( through neighbors ) and I was taking Fred to the vet and decided today was the right time. I rang the door bell and no one came. As I got to the truck this little old lady opened the door and sweetly called ” FREEEDDDIEEE” . I took Fred to her and quickly realized how much she loved Fred. She invited me in and we talked about how much she misses him. She said every day she has gotten up and ached missing this little dog. ( Understandingly so- cute and precious as he is .) I asked her did she want him back and she cried and said ” Yes.. I do” I choked back the tears knowing what I needed to do and said ” I will go home and get all his stuff and bring it back to you.” She said ‘ I thought this morning I heard him in the hall way when I woke up, I thought my daughter had brought him home to me. My daughter passed away two years ago today.” I am getting really choked up. Having just lost my dad , I know the pain she must be feeliing. I again said ” Well, I will go home and get his stuff and you wont be missing him anymore.” She said “I dreamed my Debbie had brought him back to me.” I said… ” Who? What did you say?” She replied ” My daughter that passed away two years ago, her name was Debbie.” I said ‘ Do you know what my name is?” She said ” no mam” I said , ” My name is Debbie and it looks like Debbie has brought your little dog back to you just when you needed it most.” At this point my tears are flowing and I hugged her and came home to get his stuff. By the time I made it back to her house, the tears were gone. I took the kennel in with all the accessories we had bought him . including his stylish new red parka for Christmas. I unloaded it all in his spot in her house. I took his dish to the sink and got him water and filled his food bowl. I hugged her again and told her if she ever feels again like she cant take care of him to call. We can help out or take him back.. what ever is needed. I think Fred is an angel. Or maybe my friend Dana was right when she said that my daddy has already charmed an angel and thought I needed Fred for a few days. I think Fred came to me when I needed him most and I think I took him back when his really mommy needed him more.
Who would think on THE day TWO years ago the she lost her daughter DEBBIE, that I would stop by to say thank you….
Somehow I think I havent seen the last of Fred.